Brandon's Declaration of Love

"I love you, Chloe. I've loved you since grade four. I know this is probably going to embarrass you, but... Will you be my girlfriend?"

I jumped when he took my shaking hand in his bandaged hand. He looked me in the eye and waited for my answer. All I could do was stutter.

"I-I.. Just... U-uuh... W-wow. This is... Really... Shocking, actually... Sorry, it's just... Wow."

"You don't have to answer now. Think about it. Make sure it's what you really want. If you don't want to be my girlfriend, I'll take it like a man and not ask you over and over again like some creeps do. I know you don't like that. Here I am, blabbering my mouth off. You go back to your room, rest and think about my offer. Please. Think about it for awhile."

I did as he told me and went back to the O.R. I layed on the table, trying to fake sleeping to make sure they didn't know I had snuck out and just as I closed my eyes, the surgeon came in. I was exactly in the position I was in when he left to argue with my mom and dad. He wheeled the bed out of the O.R and gently wheeled me into the room where I was staying for the next month or so. Him and two nurses lifted me onto the bed and I fell asleep, contemplating the decisions I had ahead of me.

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